Last night we got home from my husband's birthday party and got a message on the machine telling me that my brother had fallen, not to worry, that he was fine. Apparently, one of the other patients had dropped something and he bent down to pick it up. It is the staff's assumption that it's a balance problem, but I immediately called them and let them know about the incident earlier in the morning where I wasn't sure if he was passing out at breakfast. I am not sure if I really got through to the nurse either yesterday morning or last night.
I had left a message for the patient advocate but she has yet to call back. She doesn't start until noon. My plan is to try and call her, and if that doesn't work, call the nurse practitioner. The problem is that it is Sunday and I'm not sure who is working today.
This may be nothing, or it may be the beginning of something, who knows? At least it's not solely my responsibility anymore, like it was when he was living alone. In the old days, I would constantly be worrying about him until he got bad enough to go to the emergency room (and then I would really start worrying after that.) I think I have really begun to accept the situation now.
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